Locus

Free will
Is an illusion of the grandest
Stylus artist canvas
Held by unseen hands
Vagaries of control
Upbeat dice roll
An attitude
Out of your
Hands
But perhaps
I'm a player
In this infinite game
An influencer
Of outcomes beyond imagination
Without power
While full of will
With philosophers stoned
Writing to carve images
On the prison walls
Or perhaps
To carve a tunnel
Out of the rabbit fur
To the shores of freedom
And self-powered will
But where is the will
Who is the self
And what does power do
Questions unanswerable
But unquenchable
So slake my thirst
Ye definers of will
And students of consciousness
For I will write
To tunnel out
Too